The Late Great Johnny Ace

I was reading a magazine

And thinking of a rock and roll song

The year was nineteen fifty four

And I hadn't been playing that long

When a man came on the radio

And this is what he said

He said "I hate to break it to his fans"

But Johnny

Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, I really wasn't, such a

Johnny Ace fan

But I felt bad all the same

So I sent away for his photograph

And I waited till it came

It came all the way from

TexasWith a sad and simple face

And they signed it on the bottom

From the late great

Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah

It was the year of the

BeatlesIt was the year of the

StonesIt was nineteen sixty four,

I was living in

LondonWith the girl from the summer before

It was the year of the

BeatlesIt was the year of the

Stones, a year after

J.F.KWe were staying up all night and giving the days away

And the music was flowing amazing and blowing my way

On a cold

December evening

I was walking through the

Christmas tide

When a stranger came up and asked me

If I'd heard

John Lennon had died

And the two of us went to this bar

And we stayed to close the place

And every song we played

Was for the late great

Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah